There are times when sorrow seems to me to be the only truth.
Everybody who is incapable of learning has taken to teaching.
Thinking is wonderful, but the experience is even more wonderful.
Why was I born with such contemporaries?
No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.
Indeed, as any one who has ever worked among the poor knows only too well, the brotherhood of man is no mere poet's dream, it is a most depressing and humiliating reality.